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her and i exist silently trapped in a cold room absorbing apathy from our glasses, slowly with caution. afraid to touch, afraid to feel.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
hyperventilate.
her and i exist silently trapped in a cold room absorbing apathy from our glasses, slowly with caution. afraid to touch, afraid to feel.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
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